The photos of my son and my mother that I took in Jamaica last month fill me with such tenderness. Honestly, I can't get over them. I keep looking at them and seeing new details in each frame. In this one, I am undone by the absolute care my son is taking with my mother. His patience with her. His love. And I am struck, too, but their arms, his sturdy strong one, her frail stick-like one, and the trust in the way she holds his shoulder.
And his large hand on her tiny back...
ReplyDeleteBirdie, yes. That, too.
DeleteYes. I hope you know how powerful these photos are -- not just to those like yourself who know and love the members of your family -- but to relative strangers, those who see strength and vulnerability in equal measure here, in many of your photos. I'm blown away by this one --
ReplyDeleteElizabeth, i imagined i was posting these photos for myself, but i am grateful somehow that they speak to you, too. Thank you.
DeleteWhat strikes me is how relaxed he looks. There is no tension in his body or his features that we can see. He is simply being there, a strong, loving man for his grandmother. This is one of the most beautiful photos I've ever seen in my life.
ReplyDeleteMs. Moon, you will understand this: I keep imagining when it was my mother carrying this boy, changing his diaper, playing games with him, wiping his dirty feet with a warm soapy cloth when he tried to get into bed with them at night. And now, and now...I can't quite get over it. It is part of what moves me so when i read about you and owen and gibson. i know what you are sowing. i see it with my mother and her grands. it's is so powerful, i am so humbled to see it.
DeleteAnd the tears spring immediately to my eyes. Thank you. You get it so much and I know why.
ReplyDeleteI love this picture.
ReplyDeleteGrady doc, :)
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